I summoned you so hard
So in earnest
Sent out all my Super-she energy
With such sheer-will
With mountainous hope
Which always worked so well for me
But found only my own enlightenment
It can only be the powers that be
Felt fit to see
You find yourself
Crawling
And not
Mountain climbing
Sandy-haired, please find yourself
I neither got to visit Versailles
Nor know wanderlust’s calm at Gare de Bruges
That glory was one beat too far
Moulin Rouge commanded some checklist, foreign to me
And we’d “miles to go”
Topless beaches on the Med, and all….
Damned dogmas
But Kings and Conductors still summon me
For they heard my name
Nightly, I tell them
You’ve known no such power
And masterpiece
Such God-Speed
As me
So this suitcase sits at my bedside
Packed
With ink-pen and parchment
Pinafores and peace
Decreeing
Whistling
Ready
Lucky to have me
So…this is our calling
I ask of the trees
What fresh-faced former stranger
To calmness am I?
Oranges remind me of Juneau
Juneau reminds me of salmon
Salmon remind me of Gold
Gold reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of water
Water reminds me of drowning
Drowning reminds me of calmness
And rising
Rising reminds me of mountains
Mountains remind me of you
You remind me of Mars
Mars reminds me of red
Red reminds me of yellow
Yellow reminds me of bananas
Bananas remind me of insanity
And oranges
Free, we
I miss
Dictionary me
Plentiful of words
Heartfelt pronunciations
I’ll speak monosyllabic, if you’ll listen:
“I-loved-you”
You there on the hill
Webster’s Hill
Hardcover edition
I spoke King’s English
Plain English
All languages I knew
Prayed black-letter truths
Whisper-wished my marrow into you
What fateful stormy day
Opened you up
Revealed your empty pages
What phonetic wind
Took your hand from mountaintop
Carried you from me?
